Smoke Rings

from Crystal Lariza Song Samples by Crystal Lariza

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lyrics

Blowing smoke rings
out by the train tacks
Gotta get back before supper time
Sun is on our neck
And the devil is on our heels
But we don’t seem to mind

Summer days and our crazy ways
Everything is a scheme
Just to pass the time
If you’re not getting
Lucky in Kentucky
Youre no friend of mine

Mamas holding cigarettes
with their babies on their laps
And daddies are at the bar
Nuns kicking of their shoes
Dancing to the grassy blues
of dark men with guitars

the good lord must have been turned around
every time the sinners of this town
poured a cup of whiskey or of wine
it was a summer of chokin’ smoke
mama was gone and daddy was broke
Billy Joel done stole this heart of mine

In the summer time

But on Sunday we were in our pews
in our hats and our shiny shoes
crossing our fingers singing hymns of heaven on high
and the preacher sang about forgiveness
and how the good lord is always with us
he sees every sin you try to hide

the good lord must have been turned around
every time the sinners of this town
poured a cup of whiskey or of wine
it was a summer of chokin’ smoke
mama was gone and daddy was broke
Billy Joel done stole this heart of mine

In the summer time